Chapter 4 #3
“You told me your heart is completely sealed off when it comes to feelings, right?” I asked, and he nodded, so I continued, “That’s not the case with me and, even though you’re arrogant, controlling, authoritarian, and stalkerish, I’d be running the risk of falling in love with you and ending up destroyed. ”
“Doesn’t that happen every time you date someone?”
“Yes, but the big difference is that in my previous relationships, we both were invested in commitment, in building a solid relationship. It’s true that like in any new relationship, feelings might not develop, but we both played by the same rules.
In your case, it’s not like that. You’re offering passion and lust, but without any kind of commitment or intimacy. ”
“So?”
“I’ll think about it,” I stated.
“I really want you to accept. Can you stay with me tonight?”
“If I stay, I’d be cheating myself. It’s not the best idea.”
“For tonight, forget everything we talked about and let’s just enjoy ourselves. Tomorrow we’ll see what you decide, and I won’t pressure you.”
“It’s just that...”
He didn’t let me finish, lunging toward me and claiming my mouth without restraint.
It was a different kiss from the previous ones; this one had something like.
.. feelings? I couldn’t say for sure, but that kiss made my heart pound like never before.
Hermes explored my mouth with his tongue and my body with his hands.
“My God, Delfina, you have no idea how much I want to be inside you.”
“Hermes...”
He got up from the couch and pulled me to do the same.
Then he dragged me up the stairs to the upper floor.
We entered a bedroom with a large king-sized bed and a big window with a balcony.
The walls were painted beige, and the decor was in light blue and brown tones.
I was trembling so much that I feared I might collapse at any moment.
Hermes looked at me and began caressing my face before kissing me again.
“You’re so beautiful that when I look at you and can’t touch you, my hands shake with desperation.”
He kissed me again, and I felt him start to lower the zipper located on the back of the jumpsuit I was wearing.
“Turn around,” he ordered, but this time he did it with gentleness.
I did, and he finished lowering the zipper and slid the garment down my body, leaving me wearing only the sexy thong I had on at that moment.
“My God, you’re a sublime vision!” he exclaimed, pressing against my back, kissing my neck and caressing my spine all the way down to my buttocks, which he devoted several caresses to. After a few minutes, he turned me around and assaulted my mouth again.
I began unbuttoning his shirt while he struggled with his pants, which seconds later ended up on the floor along with his underwear.
I looked at him completely dazzled; this man had been sculpted by gods.
He was a feast for the eyes. Without realizing it, I was staring at him and biting my lip with the need to have him.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked, smiling.
“I think I can make do with it,” I joked, though I don’t know where that sense of humor came from because I was too nervous.
Hermes laughed, very sure of himself. He approached slowly, looking me up and down with shining eyes.
“I love what I see; it has me dazzled. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
He stood in front of me and looked at me with devotion. Then he lowered his lips to mine and kissed me long and sweetly.
“I don’t think you have any idea how much I want you,” he stated.
“Since I saw you at that dance where you ruined my shirt, I’ve only thought about having you like this.
You keep me aroused all day. I want to kiss your entire body; I won’t leave an inch untasted,” he affirmed, as he began kissing my neck.
We both moaned, and I felt him caress my back and press it to push me against him. I felt his arousal against my abdomen and moaned again. Hermes led me to the bed and gently pushed me to lie down on it.
“Let me admire you. You’re a goddess,” he said, with labored breathing, as he began to lean over me.
For a moment he remained still, suspended above me and looking at me with pure pleasure and another emotion I couldn’t decipher. I was also watching him with desire and need.
“You have me under your spell, darling,” he whispered.
In those moments, he wasn’t the man I knew; this man was passionate, affectionate, and even sweet. I knew it was due to the passion of the moment, but imagining him always like this made me wish to be more than just lovers.
No, Delfina! Don’t even dream about it, I reproached myself.
He removed my underwear and began to kiss the inside of my thigh slowly in an imaginary path of kisses, until he reached my intimate parts and stopped there.
“Hermes, please...” I whispered between moans.
Hermes’s gasps and groans competed with mine.
In the silence of the night, we created a sensual chorus.
He took a condom from the nightstand and quickly put it on.
Then, he slowly moved up my body until he positioned himself between my legs and, without breaking eye contact, penetrated me.
We both cried out in pleasure and looked at each other, dazed.
After a few seconds, he began to move slowly while I matched his thrusts.
Not once did he stop looking at me, his gaze filled with pleasure and amazement.
His rhythm became faster until we both exploded in an overwhelming orgasm.
We screamed with pleasure when the orgasm hit like lightning, leaving us breathless.
He collapsed onto my body, resting his forehead against mine.
Both of us had our eyes closed, feeling our accelerated breathing and the frantic beating of our hearts.
After a few minutes, he raised his face and looked at me seriously.
“You were right,” he said, caressing my face with his fingers.
“I’m always right,” I joked, and he smiled. “But what exactly are you referring to?”
“That I don’t want to share you with anyone. It would kill me to know that another man is enjoying you like I just did. You’re mine now, I don’t even want anyone looking at you,” he said possessively.
“Keep in mind, Mr. Darwich, that I haven’t decided about your proposal yet, and also consider that jealousy works both ways.”
“I didn’t say I was jealous,” he clarified.
“But you are.”
“I’m not.”
“I think you are,” I insisted, smiling.
“And I assure you I’m not. Those emotions are irrelevant to me. I’m simply very possessive and I don’t share what’s mine.”
“But before, you proposed a relationship without exclusivity. If you’re as possessive as you say, why did you suggest that?”
Hermes slowly withdrew from my body and lay down beside me, propping himself up on one elbow to face me. I did the same.
“Because it’s been many years since I’ve felt a woman was mine, but with you it’s different.”
My heart began to race. Could it be that with Hermes there was a small possibility of having a ‘normal’ relationship? That’s what I wanted to think until...
“But I assure you it has nothing to do with feelings, I’m clear about that.
I suppose it must be because my protective instinct emerges since I’m quite a few years older than you and I always see you surrounded by inexperienced boys.
With the other women I’ve had relationships with, this didn’t happen because. ..”
“Stop right there!” I interrupted, raising my hand.
“I’m not interested in knowing about your previous relationships.
I assure you I’m well aware that you have much more experience than I do, and that’s also because ‘your age’ is considerably more advanced than mine,” I clarified, emphasizing his age.
“My experience isn’t just due to my age. I’ve always had a huge line of women at my disposal. By your age, I was already conquering the world.”
And there he was again. This was the Hermes I knew; the sweet and passionate one was only reserved for getting me into bed. Was that what I wanted? Was I willing to be with a man like that? I liked him very much and the sex had been amazing, but I wasn’t sure I could handle his temperament.
“I don’t doubt it,” I said sarcastically. “I need to go,” I stated, sitting up in bed to leave before he suggested it himself. Because it was clear he was capable of telling me to get dressed and get out of his bed until he required me again.
I knew from Baco that Hermes had never brought women to his house.
He had confessed to me that he had an apartment exclusively for his encounters with ‘friends’ because he didn’t want them to get confused thinking they could become something more.
According to what he had told me, he liked to separate his private life from his pleasure life.
For that reason, I was surprised when he proposed his house to have our conversation.
But, well, we were supposedly just going to talk.
“Why? You can stay.”
So that invitation did surprise me because it didn’t align with what his brother had told me.
“I prefer to sleep in my own bed and wake up in my apartment,” I explained, to see what he would say.
“Why?” he asked, somewhat surprised.
“Because I don’t like to confuse myself or have others get confused,” I stated, saying this deliberately because that was the explanation Baco had given me about his brother’s reluctance to invite friends to his house, and because he had made it clear all along that we shouldn’t confuse sex with feelings.
I waited expectantly for his response, which didn’t take long to come.
“You can relax because I won’t get confused, and I’m pleased that you think like I do.”
My plan backfired! I thought.
“You forget that I haven’t accepted your proposal yet. This was... as you said... just enjoying ourselves for tonight. You even mentioned you wouldn’t pressure me.”
“I thought that with this demonstration of what sex is like between us, I had already convinced you.”